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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.