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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.