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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.