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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.