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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.