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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.