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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.