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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.