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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.