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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.