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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.