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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.