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 Lithuania 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 Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.