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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.