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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
MDC,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.