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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.