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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.