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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.