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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
AZ,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.