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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.