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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.