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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
The Doors,
UT,
Crime,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.