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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.