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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arcadia 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.