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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
MDC,
John Holt,
Can,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.