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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.