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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Smog,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.