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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.