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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.