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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.