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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.