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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.