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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.