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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.