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 Toronto.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.