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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.