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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.