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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.