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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.