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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.