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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.