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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Mars,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.