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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.