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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.