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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.