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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.