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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.