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 Finland 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.