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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.