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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Magma,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.