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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Inner City,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.