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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Can,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.