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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.