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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Albert Ayler 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.