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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Ludus to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.