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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.