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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.