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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.