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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.