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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.