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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Ituana,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.