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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.