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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.