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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.