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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.