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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.