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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.