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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fall,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Pole,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.