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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.