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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Japan to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Television,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.