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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Evens,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.