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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.