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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.