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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.