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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Index,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.