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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Nico,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.