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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.