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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.