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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Wings,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.