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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The United States of America,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.