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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.