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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.