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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.