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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears 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 grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Scion,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.