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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.