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 India and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.