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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.