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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.