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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.