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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.