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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.