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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.