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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.