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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.