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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.