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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
X-101,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.