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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.