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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.