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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.