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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.