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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Faust,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.