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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.