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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.