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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.