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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.