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 Nauru and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Can,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.