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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.