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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.