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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.