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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.