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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.