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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.