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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Sound to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.