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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.