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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.