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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.