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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.