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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Smog,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.