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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.