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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Unwound,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Wire,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.