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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.