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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.