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 Madagascar 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.