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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.