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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.