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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.