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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.