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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Gun Club 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.