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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.