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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.