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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.