Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.