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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Index,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.