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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Monks,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.