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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.