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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.