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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Can,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.