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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Franke,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.