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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
MDC,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
JFA,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.