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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 New York and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.