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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.