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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.