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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s 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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.