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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.