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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
June Days,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.