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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.