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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.