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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.