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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.