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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.