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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Can,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.