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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.