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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.