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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Oneida,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.