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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.