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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Cymande,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.