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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.