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 Palau and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.