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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.