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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.