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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.