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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.