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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
UT,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.