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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.