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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.