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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.