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 Italy and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Selecter 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.