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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Nas,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.