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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
UT,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.