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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.