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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.