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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.