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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Magma,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.