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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Cure,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.