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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.