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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.