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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.