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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.