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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.