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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.