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 Japan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.