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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.