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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.