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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.