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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.