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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.