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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.