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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.