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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.