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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.