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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.