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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Flipper,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.