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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.