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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.