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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.