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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.