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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.