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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
MDC,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.