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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.