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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.