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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.