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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.