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 Poland 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.