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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.