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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.