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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Index,
MC5,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.