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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
X-101,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.