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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motions to the punk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
The Motions,
Fear,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.