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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Organ to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Q65,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.