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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
The Smiths,
Japan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.