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 France and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.