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 Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Unwound,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Darondo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.