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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.