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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.