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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
The Residents,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.