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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.