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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Television,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.