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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Alton Ellis 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Wire,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.