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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.