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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.