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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.