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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 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 Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.