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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.