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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.