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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Names,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.