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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.