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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.