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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Franke,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.