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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.