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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Inner City,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.