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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.