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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Fear,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Urselle,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.