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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.