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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.