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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.