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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.