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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.