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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.