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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Cluster,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.