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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.