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 Jamaica 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.