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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Index,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.