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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.