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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.