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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Gong,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.