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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.