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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
X-101,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
the Association,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.