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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.