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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.