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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
UT,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.