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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.