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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.