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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.