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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Gong,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.