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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.