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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.