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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.