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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.