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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.