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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.