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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.