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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Faust,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.