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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.