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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.