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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.