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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.