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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.