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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.