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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.