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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Can,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.