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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.