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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.