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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.