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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.