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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Brick,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.