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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.