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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.