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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.