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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.