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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.