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 Micronesia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.