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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.