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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Can,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.