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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.