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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
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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.