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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.