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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.