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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.