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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.