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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.