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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.