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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.