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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.