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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.