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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.