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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.