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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
John Holt,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.