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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.