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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.