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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.