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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.