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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.