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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.