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 Jamaica 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Wire,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.