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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.