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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.