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 Mali and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.