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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.