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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
MC5,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.