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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.