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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.