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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Monks,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.