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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.