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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Monks 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.