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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.