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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.