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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.