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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.