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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.