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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.