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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.