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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.