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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.