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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.