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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
The Slits,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.