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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 ABC to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
ABC,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.