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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.