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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.