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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.