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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.