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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.