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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Can,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.