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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.