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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Mars,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.