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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Nico,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.