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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.