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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.