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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.