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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Smog,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.