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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Crime to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.