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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.