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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.