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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.