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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
X-102,
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.