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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.