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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Rakim,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.