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 Chile 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.