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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Brick,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.