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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.