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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
New Order,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.