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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.