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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.