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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.