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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Television,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.