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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.