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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.