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 India and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.