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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.