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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.