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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
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.