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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Associates,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.