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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.