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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.