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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.