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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.