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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.