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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.