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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.