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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.