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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Mars,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.