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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.