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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.