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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.