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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.