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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.