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 Macedonia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.