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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.