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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.