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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
UT,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.