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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.