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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.