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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.