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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.