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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Altered Images,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.