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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.