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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.