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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
John Cale,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.