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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Television,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.