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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Pop Group,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.