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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.