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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.