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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Swans,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.