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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.