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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.