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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.