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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.