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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
JFA,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.