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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.