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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Index,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.