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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.