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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.