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 United States and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Television,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.