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 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
CMW,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.