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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Moebius,
ABBA,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.