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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.