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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Move,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Residents,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.