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 Belgium 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.