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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.