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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
the Swans,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.