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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.