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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.