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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.