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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
MDC,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Pole,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.