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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.