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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
MC5,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.