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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.