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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.