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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Parry Music 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.