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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.