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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.