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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.