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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.