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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.