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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.