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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.