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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.