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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Liliput 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.