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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.