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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.