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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 Nas to the rock 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.