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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Move,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.