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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Slave,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.