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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Main Source,
Slave,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.