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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Television,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.