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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.