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 China and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Can,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.