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 Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.