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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.