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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Newcleus,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.