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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.