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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.