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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.