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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.