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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.