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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.