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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.