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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Doors,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.