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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.