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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Can,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.