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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.