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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.