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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.