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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.