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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.