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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.