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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.