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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.