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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.