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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.