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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Index,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.