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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.