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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.