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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.