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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.