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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Organ,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.