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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.