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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J 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 disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.