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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.