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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.