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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.