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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Organ,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.