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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.