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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.