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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Smog,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.