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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.