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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.