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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.