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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.