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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.