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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.