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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.