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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Brick,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
PIL,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.