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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Technova,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.