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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
The Names,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.