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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.