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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.