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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Can,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.