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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.