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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.