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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
cv313,
JFA,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.