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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.