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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.