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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Visage,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.