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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.