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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.