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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.