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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.