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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deepchord 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.