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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.