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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.