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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.