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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.