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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Television,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.