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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.