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 Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.