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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
UT,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.