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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.