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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.