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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.