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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.