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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.