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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
10cc,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.